They are there
The faded scars.
They comfort you.
But you want more
to show that you are stronger.
To show that
the voices
can't control you.
They are there
The faded scars.
Starting to gradually come back.
All because of one stupid boy
who made you feel like a toy.
They are there
The faded scars.
Not so much anymore.
They are there
The faded scars.
They've turned into cuts,
they've turned into comfort.
They are there
The faded scars.
Do it,
slit your wrist
no one would care.
no one would miss.
They
are
there.
The
faded
scars.
